When the Alpha Lost His Human Childhood Sweetheart
"The pack won't have to pay for my funeral expenses just yet."
Slade's brow furrowed, he clicked his tongue in disapproval. "Don't be morbid, it spoils your pretty face."
Rosalind let go of Slade and walked to my bedside.
"Oh, don't say that," she feigned concern, but her eyes were cold. "Humans are just so fragile. They break at the slightest touch. It really is a burden to have such weak creatures in a pack of warriors."
She always found a way to emphasize my human status, and always with such perfect, cutting timing.